The Wife He Loves to Hate
"So... we live in the same mansion... We share a daughter... We sleep in separate bedrooms... We barely eat together, and we act like polite acquaintances."
His lips formed a tight, thin line. "That's about right."
I stared at him, my heart aching for both of us. "What kind of marriage is this, Lee?"
"The kind we created."
I looked at his sharp, handsome face for a long moment. Then, a question slipped past my lips before I could stop myself, “Do you still love me?"
Liam went completely still.
The silence in the room became suffocating. I waited, holding my breath.